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Straight Ballin’ Thug Life – 2pac (Tupac Shakur) Lyrics

Lyrics of Straight Ballin’ Thug Life – 2pac (Tupac Shakur)

Straight Ballin Thug Life – 2pac (Tupac Shakur)

I would share the definition of
ballin’ with you white folks…
but no.

I’m up before the sunrise, first to hit the block.
Little bad mothaf*cka with a pocket full of rocks.
Learn to throw them thangs, get my
skinny little ass kicked.
And niggas laugh, til’ tha first mothaf*cka got blasted.
I put the nigga in his casket,
Now they coverin’ the bastard with plastic.
I smoke blunts on a regular f*ck when it counts.
I’m tryin’ to make a million dollars outta quarter ounce.
And gettin’ lost on the five-o, f*ck them hoes.
Got a 45 screamin’ about survival.
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some yay-yo.
Hollar “one-time” when I say so.
Don’t want to go to the pen, I’m hittin’ fences.
Narcs on a nigga’s back, missin’ me by inches.
And they say how do you survive weighin’ 165
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama don’t cry.
Even when they kill me,
They can never take the game from a young G.
I’m st8 ballin’!

Straight ballin

Still on parole and I’m the first nigga servin’
pour some liquor on the curb for my niggas that deserve.
But if I want to make a million, gotta stay dealin’.
It’s kinda boomin around the way and today I’ll make a killin’.
Dressin’ down like i’m dirty’, but only on the block.
It’s a clever disguise to keep me runnin’ from the cops.
Ha, I’m gettin’ high. I think I’ll
die if I don’t get no ends.
I’m in a bucket but i’m ridin’ it like it’s a Benz.
I hit to stip let my music bump,
Drinkin’ liquor, and I’m lookin’ for some hoes to f*ck.
Rather die makin’ money than live poor and legal
As I slang another ounce, I wish it was a kilo.
A need money in a major way.
Time to f*ck my BEEEYATCH!! Hem!, she getten’ paid today
You other mothaf*ckas crawlin’,
But me and my mothaf*ckin’ thug niggas,huh
We st8 ballin’!!

Straight ballin

Damned if I don’t, and damned if a nigga do.
So watch a young mothaf*cka pull a trigga just to RAISE UP!
But don’t let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young nigga time to do or die.
I keep a pistol in my pocket,
Ready on my block.
Ain’t no time for a nigga to even cock sh!t.
And now they see that mothaf*cka peep pain,
At point blank range cause he slackin on the game.
Ain’t a damned thing changed
Shakin’ the dice, now roll ’em,
If you can’t stand pain better hold ’em.
Cause ain’t no tellin’ what you might roll.
You might go catch AIDS from a slight cold. Nigga.
Better live your life to the fullest,
in equipped to kill a bull, got a pistol
mothaf*cka better pull it.
Cause even when they kill me,
they can never take the game from a young G.
We straight ballin

We straight ballin

To my niggas in the penitentiary,
Loked up like a mothaf*cka when they mention me.
Cause you f*ckin’ with the realest motha f*cka ever born,
And once again it’s on,
I’m bustin’ on these b!tches till they gone.
Who the hell can you get to stop me?
I’m in the projects, parlaying with my posse.
I keep my glock cocked
I need it cause they’re all shady.
I finally made it
now these jealous b!tches tryin’ to FADE me!
I ain’t goin’ out I’d rather blast back.
I’m on the corner with my niggas watchin’ cash stack.
And I came up a long way from food stamps.
And takin’ sh!t from the low-life ghetto tramps.
how could you blame me? if they sweat me I’m a open fire.
What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my nigga die.
I’m representin’ to the fullest givin’ devil slugs.
I’m on the block slangin’ drugs with the young thugs.
And mothaf*cka, we be ballin’!
All mothaf*ckin’ day long, stay strong!
We straight ballin

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